Love as a Form of Binding Ch. 12

As he ran his hands over her, her words came to him that she'd been being fattened. He pulled back a little and the quick glance told him that if he had to use one word, he'd have chosen "juicy".

She wasn't svelte and he didn't care. He thought that she was amazing.

She looked a little expectant when he moved between her feet, but Gerta didn't seem to mind when he continued with his oral explorations. She only seemed slightly surprised.

He had no measure of the expected level of expertise or sophistication here, so he just went to it. Gerta's head fell backwards slowly with a long groan, and Lewis pulled himself closer, waited for the sound to fade, and then he showered her with light kisses for a little while. He watched her face rise up over the horizon of her lovely tits, and her soft smile made him inexplicably happy.

He stroked her thighs and belly as he resumed, and he didn't care how loud the lapping of his tongue sounded in the dark room, lit by only the glow of the fire. In good time, Gerta rewarded him with her mewls, hissing soft cries and her one loud groan. He surveyed the landscape in front of him as he looked up the length of her belly.

"Grrrta want, ... thank, ... uh," She said, quite obviously out of breath.

"An honor and a privilege," he answered, meaning every word ,and knowing that she wouldn't understand. He kissed her very softly once more and moved a little to toss a branch on the fire.

Gerta pulled herself along on the comforter until she was in a position to kiss his manhood for him. She began to get a bit more intimate with it a minute later and she pulled him so that he had the thought to lie on his side. She lifted one leg and he felt her hand on his head, gently tugging so that he'd bring his mouth to her. He felt like an idiot then, but he did get it, finally, so with a pleased sigh and a bit of repositioning to allow for the difference in their sizes, he began again. He hoped that his efforts would please her, but he tossed the notion a few minutes later. From the soft sounds that she was making, he was doing alright, he supposed.

In fact, he was quite wrong, though not in that he was doing something that pleased her greatly. Until then, Gerta had never felt anything such as what he was doing for her. She was incredibly thankful that he was doing it, for one thing, and so happy that he seemed to like her for another. She didn't dare to dream any farther than that.

No one had ever done something like licking her for her pleasure. They'd just used her while they were fattening her for the kill. She knew it. She'd seen it as they'd done the same thing to her mother so that the king would have something tasty to eat years before.

Gerta had planned only to please him and see where that got her. She swore to herself that no one would ever bind her again, though she had a thought that with him it might be nice, the way that Lewis treated her. But first, she needed some time to forget. She almost didn't dare to hope that she could stay, though she'd do anything for the chance of it.

Still, she tried to harden her heart. If he tried to hurt her, she'd kill him for it. She thought about staying and making some kind of plan against the day that she had to leave - what she'd need and what she'd need to do... but she didn't know enough about this place yet. All that she knew was Lewis.

But then his wet kisses and his soft licking took her away. She sighed when she thought that he was actually allowing her to hold his head against her like this. It came to her that he was really trying to do this for her. It likely couldn't be true, but it was a nice thought as her nerve endings tore her thoughts away and she keened softly, his penis forgotten for the moment.

When the feeling faded, Gerta did her best to love what was in her mouth. She thought he deserved it. For what he'd done, ...

She felt anticipation as she brought him closer to his release, not that this would end it. She actually liked doing this for this one male, and if he could go on treating her this way, then she planned to do this a lot for him. Gerta was also feeling very hopeful that he might fuck her soon. If this was the way that he cared about her, then he just had to be wondrous instead of what she'd always gotten.

She thought about offering herself to him at some point if he gave no indication. She now wanted him inside her. She even had pleasant thoughts about offering him her rump. She'd been used there often, but she just knew that he'd be gentle with her and that was what she wanted there.

She'd just never had that.

It was a little tough to imagine doing that because you care about someone, she told herself, but she was more than willing to try. She felt him stiffen more and sure enough, he groaned and her mouth began to fill and then she was busy sucking and swallowing what he gave her.

It was after that when her tears began.

It was after he'd turned himself around and held her and kissed her lips when she hadn't even had time to be sure that she'd gotten it all.

It was when she found her face against his chest as he held her close and pulled the comforter over them.

She sniffled and he heard it. He looked down in some shock and concern, asking her if she was alright and if there was anything wrong.

She looked up and wiped her eyes with her hand, and all of her thoughts flew from her. She wrapped her leg over him and pulled herself higher. She kissed him and she shook her head.

She spoke her answer, and saw its effect on him right before her eyes. "Happy," she said sobbing, "Grrrta happy."

What her words did to him was instantly apparent, and it made her try to bunch up a little of the comforter to hide her face as she burst into tears. Lewis was confounded for a moment, but then he tried to kiss her tears away as he stroked her back softly and told her that it was alright.

He told her that he had a bed and asked her if she wanted to go there. She shook her head and reached for the pillows they'd been using, pulling one so that it was clear that it was for him and pulling the other under her own head. She knew what they were, she'd just never had the use of one before.

"Sleep here?" she asked, and he understood that she didn't want to move from where they were.

Lewis nodded, and when Gerta was the way that she'd lain before, her leg still holding herself to him tightly the whole time, he curled himself up so that she was as enveloped by his body as she could be. He repositioned the comforter and then he touched her face.

"Lewis happy," he announced to her in a whisper. Gerta kissed him and tried to hide against him under the comforter. He bent his head down and kissed hers.

He heard her breathing shift after a minute or two, and Lewis Crowe lay there holding someone close to him who had somehow been able to touch his heart in a way that no one else had ever done. He didn't want to think too much for the moment. Language was an issue. Technology would be a huge one. How to keep her hidden until he could find a way to integrate her, ... Holy Christ, he thought, he was thinking of ways to get her into his life.

He was making huge assumptions that he had no right or basis to make. He lifted the edge of the comforter just enough to let him see her head. The free bonus was that it allowed him to see a bit of her face as well.

She was asleep and comfortable, he thought. She stirred a little and nuzzled her face against his chest a bit more. He tried to discount the soft and satisfied sound that she made as she sighed, but he couldn't. He thought about her life and her situation.

It was very likely that she now felt more safe and secure than she'd ever felt, and that thought brought the strangest sense of quiet determination to Lewis Crowe as he held the green-skinned little beauty.

He didn't mind.

The mantle clock chimed very quietly and he knew that it was now Christmas Eve, a festive time that he knew meant nothing to her and not all that much to him.

But it felt hopeful and right this night.

He smiled and kissed her head softly once more, and then he lowered the comforter again, careful to leave an airway for her.

He stared at the fire for a long time.